Isao Morikawa raised his glass and asked for a glass of wine: "Shuichi-san, the movie is about to be released. Is it true that your company's Naoki-san won't come back?"

"Our willful general, he is probably enjoying the exotic customs of New York right now!" Yi Tangxiu took a sip, as if the bitterness of the wine was gone in his words, "Obviously it is a very important premiere and movie promotion.

Don’t want to participate.”

"Hahaha, doesn't this just show that Naoki-san trusts Shuichi-san?" Isao Morikawa said with a smile, "If the headmaster can treat me like this, then I will be extremely happy~"

"It's different, Minister Morikawa!" Itou Shuichi shook his head, "Naoki-san here is just trying to avoid promotional activities! It's just a private institutional exchange event, where movies are important...

.”

Isao Morikawa was confused: "Naoki-san isn't worried about the box office?"

"The box office must be very good." Itou Shuichi seemed to be saying an established fact, and his confidence in Nagayama Naoki had already been established.

"Then he doesn't want the box office to be better? He can make more money by participating in more promotional activities..." Isao Morikawa continued, "This kind of more exposure will have a great impact on Naoki Nagayama's personal life."

Fame is also a benefit, right?”

"That's the problem! Naoki-san..." Itou Shuichi's face was already a little red after drinking several glasses of wine. "Naoki-san is considered a rich man now and is not interested in money...

...and not interested in fame..."

Is there such a person? Morikawa Isao asked curiously: "Then what is he interested in?"

Itou Shuichi thought about it for a moment: "Perhaps it's just a desire to live a plain, happy life..."

Isao Morikawa was surprised. This man was only in his 20s, but he looked like an old man.

"Stop talking about it, Gongsang, let's have another drink! Please take care of us during the filming schedule!" Yi Tangxiu kept asking for drinks, and said complimentary words.

And Isao Morikawa did not refuse: "Haha, definitely, after all, the box office is a quarter of ours!"

...

Naoki Nagayama took a taxi directly and returned to the Central Park Hotel in New York.

Although he smelled of alcohol, he didn't drink much.

It's just that the smoke from countless hands has made my brain dizzy and a bit nauseating.

I took a hot bath in the room and finally woke up.

After not eating all night, Nagayama Naoki called and asked for a simple pasta.

While eating a late-night snack, I turned on the TV in the guest room, skipping the pay channels and not watching TV series, when I suddenly turned on a music program.

A female singer with smoky makeup in a leather jacket sang traditional hard rock while playing guitar on TV:

"i love rock 'n' roll" i love rock 'n' roll

"so put another dime in the jukebox, baby" put another dime in the jukebox, baby

"i love rock 'n' roll" i love rock 'n' roll

"so come and take the time and dance with me" so come and dance with me

...

It is a generation rock song "i love rock'n'roll", and its singer Joan Jett. This magnetic and penetrating sound catches people's ears at once. Sure enough,

She is a generational rock queen!

Haha, speaking of it, I visited the park in the morning and defeated the gangsters, visited the art district in the afternoon and met the future queen, and went to the famous mudd club in the evening.

My first day in New York was rocking too!

...

midnight, mudd club,

Basquiat and Madonna went down the stairs after they were happy.

I saw the ironic stick figure graffiti at a glance.

After seeing it, Madonna looked at it carefully, turned around and asked the black guy: "Honey, whose work is this?"

After Basquiat saw the classic phrase "Fuck", he couldn't help but smile: "William did it!"

"William? Isn't he a writer? Can he also doodle?"

After Madonna asked, she looked around, trying to find Naoki Nagayama.

"Be good at it, don't you just need hands to do graffiti?" Basquiat couldn't help but laugh, and then stopped Madonna's search.

"Stop looking for him, he's gone!"

"Gone? How did you know?"

"His scribblings told me that."

???

Do you have telepathy?

"Haha, this is the intuition among men."

You have only known each other for half a day, where did you get your intuition?

Although she was thinking this way, maybe it was the emotions after passion that caused Madonna to suddenly become a little sentimental.

"My dear, will we never see William again?"

Although it was just a one-time encounter, we got along well with each other and even let others take a lot of photos~

Basquiat was startled. It seemed like yes, but he just left a name, not even a contact number or address.

"See you soon."

The black boy hugged Madonna and said silently in his heart: "I hope we can see you again."
Chapter completed!